Uploaded September 2013 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
LYRIC'S BELOW
Sick n twisted rap song about pshycotic hermit serial killer hell bent on disgust ! (So pls enjoy)
The beat by marshall mathers A.K.A EMINEM
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I do not condone any of the antics portrayed in this song
Well not all of em anyway ;)
Lyric's!
I like this fuckin beat beat remind's me of knives n chopped meat
ha listen!
Ever since I was a little kid I was a little kid I had dese vision's of yet to happen event's signifying deep condition's of underlying intesnse need of adult suppervision irrelelevent of the fact tht I stolen N fuckin bit em
sick fucker for ever n never not coffin up dese concoction's of rap n invalid hip hop
skin the bitches corpse n let it rot let it look awfully sordid n grainy in the shot
decayin fiend's bead's glittery treat's set amongst wreathes marked skin's n delivery receipt's
quiverin geek that's me but when it reaches about 3 I cn take a walk in the street's
stalkin some peep's normally freak's floppin my meat randomly duckin n divin police
spitefull discrete sly cunnin creep slightly unclean packin the cleave and a ring on the meat
speak what I feel n feel what I need litterally feel ya minge when ya queing 2 be seen
loose fittin jean's sellulite seem's give em a squeeze so petite as I climax n release (Real Trump)
weve got 5/11 serial weirdo a fuckin serial weirdo fucked up serial weirdo
Fucked up into muff animal cutter stuck in arut of rotten corpse n other clutter
right clavicle's tuffer so hanible better shut up slammin him fuckin ruffer so hannible better shut up slammin him fuckin ruffer eat cannible's 4 ma supper
flammable substances such as face in the cooker stapling buttock with the form n grace of a nutter spade with the blood on like norman bate's n his mother str8 in a fuckin bag so I dont wake to the splutter
shut the fuck up ya dnt like it ya stuckup I dnt write 4 nothin there's no fight in a lover
slice em n stuff em it's nice diced in a muffin those dyin eye's r to tuff but try em spiced in butter
striking a mother with no plight but her son was lookin at me with no right so I decided to butt her (fuckin bitch )
spikin a looker a dike I wasnt put off I tryed 2 make her suck it before she died in the gutter
police mugshot two week's n a soap drop l8r I was bk on the street with an occult mob
stompin on broke sod's chongin the dope crop's longin 4 coke n no hope but a hoax call( got any panties on?)
weve got a five eleven serial weirdo a fuckin serial weirdo a fucked up serial weirdo
verse 3 were gettin sicker lopped off feet if he decide's to unsheathe n fuckin stick ya
bleed I beg ya see if I get some satisfaction erection from the pleasure of red stuff
get ya head's up troop's this is what's next up
Iraq equal's I.E.D's n a stretcher
sorry 2 neglect kunt's I was thinkin of head shot's lay with a stella these nice tune's n the leg's up
in the inception I was bleedin infection screamin like rage 28 day's not a mention
fuckin detention grade E's n lecture's made deep redemption 4 the creep's who met me
beat me jus deck me fuckin green as I kecked it now the man's smack lift up ya sleve n inject him
leave head's that ive crept in needin med's frm mollestin brain cell's infested rap cruelly effective!
Chorous fade
LYRIC'S BELOW
Sick n twisted rap song about pshycotic hermit serial killer hell bent on disgust ! (So pls enjoy)
The beat by marshall mathers A.K.A EMINEM
facebook.com/pages/maniac-productions/1629364114014457
facebook.com/maniaconthetube
twitter.com/maniaconthetube
I do not condone any of the antics portrayed in this song
Well not all of em anyway ;)
Lyric's!
I like this fuckin beat beat remind's me of knives n chopped meat
ha listen!
Ever since I was a little kid I was a little kid I had dese vision's of yet to happen event's signifying deep condition's of underlying intesnse need of adult suppervision irrelelevent of the fact tht I stolen N fuckin bit em
sick fucker for ever n never not coffin up dese concoction's of rap n invalid hip hop
skin the bitches corpse n let it rot let it look awfully sordid n grainy in the shot
decayin fiend's bead's glittery treat's set amongst wreathes marked skin's n delivery receipt's
quiverin geek that's me but when it reaches about 3 I cn take a walk in the street's
stalkin some peep's normally freak's floppin my meat randomly duckin n divin police
spitefull discrete sly cunnin creep slightly unclean packin the cleave and a ring on the meat
speak what I feel n feel what I need litterally feel ya minge when ya queing 2 be seen
loose fittin jean's sellulite seem's give em a squeeze so petite as I climax n release (Real Trump)
weve got 5/11 serial weirdo a fuckin serial weirdo fucked up serial weirdo
Fucked up into muff animal cutter stuck in arut of rotten corpse n other clutter
right clavicle's tuffer so hanible better shut up slammin him fuckin ruffer so hannible better shut up slammin him fuckin ruffer eat cannible's 4 ma supper
flammable substances such as face in the cooker stapling buttock with the form n grace of a nutter spade with the blood on like norman bate's n his mother str8 in a fuckin bag so I dont wake to the splutter
shut the fuck up ya dnt like it ya stuckup I dnt write 4 nothin there's no fight in a lover
slice em n stuff em it's nice diced in a muffin those dyin eye's r to tuff but try em spiced in butter
striking a mother with no plight but her son was lookin at me with no right so I decided to butt her (fuckin bitch )
spikin a looker a dike I wasnt put off I tryed 2 make her suck it before she died in the gutter
police mugshot two week's n a soap drop l8r I was bk on the street with an occult mob
stompin on broke sod's chongin the dope crop's longin 4 coke n no hope but a hoax call( got any panties on?)
weve got a five eleven serial weirdo a fuckin serial weirdo a fucked up serial weirdo
verse 3 were gettin sicker lopped off feet if he decide's to unsheathe n fuckin stick ya
bleed I beg ya see if I get some satisfaction erection from the pleasure of red stuff
get ya head's up troop's this is what's next up
Iraq equal's I.E.D's n a stretcher
sorry 2 neglect kunt's I was thinkin of head shot's lay with a stella these nice tune's n the leg's up
in the inception I was bleedin infection screamin like rage 28 day's not a mention
fuckin detention grade E's n lecture's made deep redemption 4 the creep's who met me
beat me jus deck me fuckin green as I kecked it now the man's smack lift up ya sleve n inject him
leave head's that ive crept in needin med's frm mollestin brain cell's infested rap cruelly effective!
Chorous fade
